Darkness was his best friend. Usually his nights went one or two ways; he slept forever under the stars or he walked the quiet land. He enjoys no one to bother him, which the night often provides, but also he enjoys sleep. Sometimes his body just needs it and he could be out for an entire day. His odd sleep patterns were probably why he had barely spoken to the Prairie herd. He has barely even seen Lir lately.

The stallion shrugs his light golden shoulders as he makes his way away from the rest of the herd. They were all settling in for bed, some already asleep, and he was awake. At least awake enough for one of his midnight strolls across the vast prairie. He would have passed by without a word to anyone if he hadn't of heard the mare's distress. Honestly he was not the hero type so why bother stopping?

He did so anyway. His droopy eyes rise to meet her gaze as he stops just a few hoof steps away. "Bad day? He asks in a deep monotone voice. He pays no mind to her sleeping children nor did he really know they were there. His only focus was the mare with the sad voice.